THEY’VE BEEN COMICAL, THEY’VE BEEN BAD, BUT THIS YEAR’S REALITY IS THE CLIPPERS OWN THE LAKERS

Noooooooo! Not Blake Griffin. Not the Clippers. Not my Clippers. Then I exhaled. No sprain for Blake. It was Robert Griffin III’s knee. Sorry, Redskins fans. Better your pain than Blake’s.

You see, I am an unabashed Clippers fan. You front-runners can take your purple and gold, Tinseltown, 16 NBA Lakers titles.

Me? I’m a Clippers man. Have been ever since the club, formerly the Buffalo Braves, moved to San Diego in 1978.

The early Clips were World B. Free launching rainbow J’s from the Sports Arena parking lot, Randy Smith’s pull-up jumpers, he-man Swen Nater and his mustache banging the boards.

Unfortunately, they were also Bill Walton sitting in street clothes, bum feet ruining his career. They were “Jellybean” Bryant, Kobe’s old man, driving coach Paul Silas crazy. And they were — and still are — run by the worst, most incompetent owner in sport, Donald T. Sterling.

When Sterling bought the club in 1981, his idea of promotion was splattering his mug shot across billboards and buses.

The Clippers won the ’81-82 season opener at home on Halloween night. Sterling was so giddy after the game he ran across the court and jumped into Silas’ arms.

Another game Sterling leaned his head into the Clippers’ mid-game huddle, to which Silas replied, “Get the (heck) out of here.”

It was the brilliant Donald T. who later in the season, at a posh luncheon, said the Clippers must finish last so they could land Ralph Sampson in the draft. Cost him 50 G’s, serious coin at the time.

Sterling had given Canepa and sports editor Bud Poliquin the same spiel in a private meeting days earlier.

But enough slamming Sterling. Low-hanging fruit, you know.

More than anything, the Clippers have been bad. Terrible bad. Putrid bad. Gawdawful bad.

Since moving to San Diego in 1978 the Clippers have played 34 seasons. Number of winning seasons: three. Total record coming into 2012-13: 988-1,752. It’s as if they were still double dribbling, trying to land Sampson.

The Lakers own 16 NBA championships. The Clippers have won two, count ’em, two playoff series.

The Lakers’ history of big men reads George Mikan, Wilt, Kareem, Shaq and Dwight Howard. The Clippers’ most memorable big man: Michael Olowokandi, picked No. 1 in the 1998 draft. If you’re not sure how to pronounce Olowokandi’s last name, try bust.

But not this year. Not on the court anyway. The Lakers tried to go the Dodgers route in the offseason, buying their way to a title. And how’s that working out?

The Fake Show boasts a 10-14 record. They fired their head coach five games into the season. Their new head coach, Mike D’Antoni, is hobbling courtside on a rebuilt knee. Everything’s supposed to be hunky-dory when 88-year-old — oops 38-year-old — Steve Nash returns. Sure.

So, yes, we Clippers fans are gloating. We visualize Chris Paul heading the break, Griffin breaking back door, dunking on Lebron as the Clips, not the Lakers, hoist a banner to the Staples Center ceiling.

Of course, it probably won’t happen. Paul blows out a knee, Griffin bangs his head on a rim and suffers a season-ending concussion. It’s the Clippers way.